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What a shave.
Was such a crude shave that you gave, and I so rave.
It's a gash.
Razor slashed from your hand, my face was trashed.
New scars, I've been marred, to stop blood stream,
Think I'll try heaps of good balm cream.
What a sight, wracked.
Seems your hand lacked a spry knack.
Lips were slit.
You ripped me with rude rookie-look dull flicks.
Eyes on the high-priced vanity curved glass, babble-ing fret,
And I think I bleed a weird sweat.
Hit my pride.
You so raked a slice of my hide.
Nicks and bruises will bleed till doomsday.
And if you ask for a prize,
Be so advised that you're getting none today.
Today, today, today . . .
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